You look up from your book. The laundry's done. You get up and begin folding. Since your washing machine is broken, and your family can't afford another one, you're stuck dragging your laundry all the way down town to the laundry mat every few days.
“Finally Finished,” you say admiring your hard work.
You load up the laundry in your dull red wagon. Because you can't drive yet (well, drive legally), you have to use your old wagon you played with as a kid. You pull the wagon out the door and up the street. You stop to rest at the corner while sitting on your favorite bench. It's your favorite because you have a perfect view of the park. Snow half-covers the ground creating a green and white blanket. You watch as familiar children play in what's left of last night's snow. Jamie and his friends were as lively as ever as they danced around playing tag. You close your eyes to enjoy an oncoming gust of wind. Winter, it's finally here! It was your favorite tim